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“No, mom, I said I would be okay doing this by myself."

Jenson sighed as soon as he stepped through the front door, letting the duffle bag he was carrying slide to the floor. His shoulder was tucked upwards, letting him hold his cellphone to his ear since his hands were otherwise preoccupied.

“It's just watching the pokemon. You're seriously worrying over nothing."

In the dim light of the fading sun, the ever changing living room of his youth was brought into focus. It was something he had come to expect, but even the vibrant white carpets and the matte black furniture were enough to give him pause. With his mother's constantly shifting fashion sense and her need to chase the fad of the month, he always felt like he was stepping into the wrong house.

“I know I'm late. I told you I would be"

He kicked his shoes off in disdain, making sure to keep them far from the perfect carpet. If he left so much as a single footprint he would never hear the end of it. It felt incredibly plush under his feet, giving him no doubt it had just been put down recently. He found himself liking it more than the faux-mahogany flooring they used to have.

“I had to talk to Audrey, and...no, mom, I told you she wasn't coming." He couldn't hold back the combative air that clung to his voice. “I told you we broke up almost a month ago."

He didn't want to have this conversation right now. Not after spending three hours waiting for Audry to get back to her dorm room and only spending half an hour talking to her.

It was always better to just say it was complicated.

“Listen, I'm going to let you go. It was a really long drive...Sybil gets two cups of food, one in the morning and one after five. Sakura likes hers mixed up with a bit of milk." He was about to hang up, before rolling his eyes as he sat on the couch. “Yes, mom, I remembered to take my shoes off when I came in."

With that, he ended the call.

As soon as the phone's screen darkened, he allowed it to fall from his hand and he joined it by falling back against the cushions. The pillows were incredibly firm to the touch, a contrast to the carpeting that made him shift uncomfortably. Right away he found himself missing the last set of furniture they had.

It always surprised him by how quickly his mother moved into action when a new fad reared its head. Among the higher echelons of Jubilife's elite socialites, she always had to keep up with the times, no matter the cost.

He had very vivid memories of coming home from school and finding remodeling going on. It was always something he expected to see, no matter how his father used to complain about it.

That he wasn't home often enough to even get used to the styles played a big part in that. The life of a high ranking employee of a burgeoning tech company ensured he was always traveling.

He had just laid back on the couch and closed his eyes when he heard something land on the back of the couch just above his head. Opening them, he found himself looking into a pair of bright, yellow slits that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. A small, gray feline, dainty paws perched on the fabric, struggling to keep her balance with a lack of front claws hindering her.

“Hey, Sakura…"

The little feline meowed in response to him, setting one paw delicately on his shoulder, testing her base before she began to slowly walk down his form. She was surprisingly gentle, not applying too much weight or pressure in any one location, and she didn't stop until she was resting comfortably in his lap. Once she was there, she curled up, purring merrily to herself and giving him a rather expectant look.

Sakura had come into their family during his freshman year of high school. After years of begging his parents for a pokemon of his own, it had been his mother to relent. It had only been when the newest fad called for adopting pokemon from the shelter that she had allowed him to make the choice.

Although he wanted a dog, his mother had insisted that feline pokemon would be a much better fit for their lifestyle. With that criteria, it hadn't been hard for him to make his decision, especially when he came across the little glameow cowering in her cage.

She had been separated from the others, her lack of claws leaving her easy prey for the more territorial or aggressive pokemon. Apparently, she had been raised by an unscrupulous pokemon breeder that specialized in selling designer pokemon. The removal of her claws had been done while she was young, leaving her extremely anxious around humans for the first few years of her life.

His hand came down softly on her head, giving a slow, deliberate stroke down her spine. He mused on the little pink bandana she was wearing, the cherry blossom motif standing out against her gray. It wouldn't have been something he'd pick for her, but it certainly added to her appealing cuteness.

The glameow rumbled to life under his touch, stretching out luxuriously and mewling happily from his attention. Her tail lashed about, smacking against his chest, then his wrist, moving sporadically and without reason.

“I missed you, too…" He whispered to her. “Bet you haven't been getting nearly enough attention lately…"

He finally allowed the tension to leave his high-strung body, but the stress that had been weighing on him still stubbornly plagued the back of his mind. Not even Sakura's soft pelt and welcoming purrs were enough to keep it away.

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He awoke suddenly, eyes blurry, the streetlight outside the house the only thing that let him see the sleeping cat still in his lap. Jenson didn't realize he had fallen asleep, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to clear away the drowsy sensation that remained. For a moment, he thought he had heard…

The bark came again, louder this time, more insistent on being heard. It gave him pause, before he gently gripped Sakura around the middle of her waist, the feline mewing in agitation when he gently set her aside.

In his haste, he almost tripped over the coffee table laid out before him, his cursed grumbling filling the room. The agitated barks led him to fight through the stinging pain coursing up his leg all while his hands fumbled for the light switch.

From the couch, Sakura looked at him with half-lidded eyes, annoyance plain to see from the sudden burst of light that blinded her. She got to her paws, stretching out in a slow, luxurious manner before jumping to the floor and making her way to his side. With a soft mewl, she followed him on his journey through the kitchen to the basement door.

Jenson had been planning on letting her out as soon as he got home, his mother had even insisted he did it right away.

The pokemon weren't typically allowed on the furniture, that was something his mother had always stressed. Sakura got a pass simply due to her lack of claws and a tendency not to shed as greatly as Sybil did.

Her barks quieted down at the sound of his approaching footsteps, and he could see the light shining out from beneath the basement door. Obscured by a shadow and accompanied by the barely visible tip of a pointed snout, Jenson knew he had been expected.

As soon as he opened the door, he was treated to a chorus of barks and growls. The white-furred figure that emerged was in front of him instantly, the pink heart motif decorating her tail and forehead doing little to detract from the anger in her barking.

“Hey, Sybil...oh, love the new haircut." He smiled hesitantly at her while he said this. “Really, uh...suits you."

Like Sakura's bandana, it certainly wasn't something he would have picked for her. With pink fur surrounding her paws, the tip of her tail shaved into a heart, and a matching one on her forehead, she was certainly the picture of femininity. It was a new look, one he wasn't familiar with, even with the makeovers she had in the past.

Sybil had been a champion contest pokemon at one point, something his mother had planned on continuing at one point. It was never something she stuck with, but that didn't stop her from maintaining the furfrou's pristine appearance. Even now, backed up against the counter, listening to her agitated pokespeak, he couldn't quite take her seriously.

“I know, I was supposed to feed you…" a precursory glance at the digital clock on the stove made him wince, “a few hours ago…"

Her tail lashed around angrily behind her, her lip curled up to showcase bright, white fangs. She barked again but relented in her pursuit of him, instead taking a step back and watching him. It didn't escape him that she was tense, her forelegs twitching slightly, the canine's entire form animated with agitation.

The entire time, Sakura watched on in amusement, having claimed a perch on the kitchen counter nearby. Her tail lashed around before she mewled something in the direction of the furfrou, drawing her attention while Jenson took this opportunity to step past her.

He knew not to be worried about her, despite how hard she was trying. The show pokemon had been raised by a pokemon breeder, had never so much as stepped outside of a city. He didn't think she even knew any moves other than ones that were paramount to her performances.

One of her more feral brethren, she certainly was not.

The two girls carried on their conversation, pokespeak falling on deaf ears while Jenson busied himself around the kitchen.

From the cabinet above Sakura's head, he pulled out the cans of gourmet pokemon food, the only type that Sybil would eat. Her palette had always been far too refined for her own good, although Sakura wasn't much better in that regard. Both girls weren't exactly overweight for their species, but looking at them gave him no doubt his mother hadn't exactly been stringent with the treats.

The sound of a can opener brought Sakura to his side faster than he expected. With the glameow staring intently at him, he chuckled and emptied her food into a bowl, leaving her on the counter to eat before he made his way over to Sybil.

In the brief period of time he had walked away from her, the canine had gone from severe annoyance to almost seeming like she was trying to ignore him. Her pointed muzzle was turned up in the air, an air of superfluous regality radiating off of her. She didn't so much as look at him when he set the bowl down, letting out little more than a huff at the indignity of the matter.

“I know...I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to leave you alone for that long." He said, leaning back against the counter and watching her reaction. “It was an honest mistake."

The furfrou glanced down at the bowl he had set in front of her. Ultimately, one paw resting against the side of it and pushing it away in disdain. It made Jenson raise an eyebrow, especially when she turned and began to walk away from him.

“Alright, if you don't want dinner, you can…" He trailed off, words catching in his mouth.

When she turned, she had presented her rear end to him, seemingly heedless of the view she was giving him while she walked in to the living room.

Her heart tail was lifted, held straight up in the air in a show of disrespect that spoke volumes more than she ever could. Standing out against the white fur on her legs, he was treated to the sight of a dark, black spade.

He had never seen it before. Typically, her fur was kept long enough that it was more hidden from view. This hairstyle almost seemed to emphasize it, making it stand out more clearly between her legs.

Jenson swallowed to try and clear the dryness in his throat. She was so cavalier about displaying it, and a sharp bark made him stand up straighter. Realizing he had been caught, he quickly turned his gaze to her face, expecting to find bared teeth, angry eyes, anything other than what he actually found.

She was smiling as best a canine could, almost grinning at him. It left him dumbstruck, especially when her tail gave a small, tempting twitch. After this little incident between the two of them, she continued on her way, leaving him standing there to try and make sense of what had just happened.

He was only drawn out of his stupor when he felt a small paw gingerly touching his arm. Sakura's soft mewing was growing more urgent with every passing second, and one look at her still full food bowl told him what she was expecting.

“Right…ugh, milk, right." He said, accompanied by the eager mews of the feline while he headed for the fridge.

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“I just don't understand why I'm the bad guy here!"

Jenson's face twisted, unhappiness all he could feel when he heard the level-headed voice of his ex over the phone. He had only been able to last two days at home before he finally broke down and called her again despite his intentions to let it go. Sitting in the empty house with no one to keep him company but the pokemon and his thoughts had made this more difficult than he thought it would be. Even now, with Sakura watching him curiously from her perch on the back of the couch, he couldn't stop himself from pacing about the living room.

“I know you said you're just friends…it's just…" He sighed to himself as soon as she burst out at him, cutting him off briefly. “Of course I trust you! I always trusted you!"

In his quick movements, he almost tripped over Sybil when he made an abrupt turn. He hadn't heard her coming in to the room, nor did he realize just how close she was to his side. After almost stepping on her paw, he nearly stumbled in his footing, shooting her an apologetic glance before continuing his pacing.

Over the past two days, it seemed like every time he turned around she was there. The last two days he had woken to find Sybil at the foot of the bed. Sakura was one thing, and she was always in her traditional spot right next to him, but Sybil was an oddity.

“Why don't you understand why I'm upset?" His voice rose higher, his face reddening when that crack in his voice appeared. It was always more difficult talking to her over the phone, which was why he had waited to see her in person. “You slept in his dorm room and weren't going to tell me!"

His hand twitched around the phone, the twin pairs of eyes on him leaving him no quarter, making him wonder just what the two thought of his performance. As confidants, they had performed their jobs admirably, listening to him bemoan his lot and his lack of luck in relationships. That they couldn't tell anyone made pouring his heart out so much easier.

“Well, your roommate sure seemed to think it was funny when she told me! I...okay, just...just call me later, please."

With this last declaration,she ended the phone call. Immediately after his shoulders slumped, the aggression that had built up within him giving way to that empty sensation. Turning - and almost bumping in to Sybil - he turned and slumped on the couch, trying to hold back the tears of frustration that were threatening to start.

He knew he was better than that. There was no reason to cry over her.

His friends had told him he was silly for getting involved with a girl like her. They had all told him she seemed flighty, unwilling or unable to stay faithful to one man for long. He had dismissed their words of warning as resentment he had found himself in a relationship before any of them did.

Having never been in a relationship before, Jenson hadn't given it a second thought and had been absolutely smitten with her.

A soft swipe of a rough tongue on his hand made him jolt upwards, and he opened his eyes to find Sybil next to him. The furfrou was watching him, blue irises shining while her head tilted to the side, eyes half lidded in what had to be annoyance at his antics.

“Hmmph...at least you pokemon don't have to worry about this kind of thing…" He grumbled, reaching up to pet her as soon as she swiped at his hand again. Right when he was about to touch her, however, she pulled away from him. “Fine, be a little diva, you…"

That it still caught him by surprise was almost comical at this point. Watching her now, walking away with her tail raised high, he was once again given that view, the one he never would have considered asking for.

Darkened spade, a hint of a sway to her hips, that tail raised as high as it could possibly go. The only thing that could have made it more obvious was if she had a sign pointing straight at it.

If nothing else, it certainly helped get his mind off the matters at hand as heat rose to his face and he quickly looked away from her. Eyes fixated on the ceiling, he shifted uncomfortably, wondering just what had gotten in to her lately. She had never been so desperate for his attention, or, at least, acting as if she wanted it and then changing her mind on a dime.

Maybe female humans and pokemon weren't too different after all. Neither seemed to be able to make up their minds.

Impatience and boredom soon forced him up from his resting place. He hadn't considered just how boring it would be to come back to his hometown. During the middle of the week there was nothing to do, nowhere to go or friends to see. He had been so busy thinking about getting away from his college that it hadn't even struck him.

Until he spent a day lazing about the house.

Jenson debated taking Sybil for a walk, however dismissed it when he realized she was nowhere to be found. He could have played with Sakura, using the feathered toy on a string she seemed to like so much, but she wasn't willing to be roused from her nap. She gave little more than a twitch of her nose and ears at the presence of the cat-nipped filled toy, simply giving it a precursory swipe before curling back into a ball.

Walking through the house lost its luster soon enough, and he eventually decided on heading back downstairs.

His room had been down here since middle school, his mother more than happy to keep him down here out of sight of her pompous, cultured friends. His 'style' always had a way of clashing with her own, not that he ever gave much forethought or care to it.

The basement was finished, with old, gray carpeting, an old couch slung against one wall. Various random bits of furniture were placed here and there, with no sense of color or style to match them. Jenson always picked his favorites from whatever was going to be thrown out.

It was quiet down here, something he wasn't used to after living in a crowded dormitory. Solitude had its benefits in that regard; at least he didn't have to worry about a roommate barging in past midnight.

The only thing that could have made it better was if he had something better to pass the time with.

Stepping through the doorway into his darkened bedroom, he pushed the door closed behind him, already beginning to unbutton his pants. He hated himself for feeling this way, but it seemed to happen every time he heard Audrey's voice. It brought him back to their times together, to when he knew he would have something to look forward to.

It became their version of stress relief. A way for them to blow off steam before classes. To be so abruptly denied it left him feeling rather pent up.

Jenson leaned back in his bed, eyes closing while his hand worked his hardened manhood. It had been almost two weeks since he had last done anything with Audrey, and the stress of college had been getting to him. Even though she had declared them broken up, she still sought him out occasionally, and despite himself, he couldn't turn her down.

After having a girlfriend for the first semester, after all the long nights they spent together, using his hand just didn't compare. He thought of her, how she would touch him, her soft words spoken into his ear, how she would slowly drift down his form and press her tongue against him.

His entire body trembled when something warm and incredibly wet suddenly passed over his hand, coating his aching tip in a layer of slippery lubricant that let his hand move more freely. His eyes shot open, and he immediately pulled back when he saw Sybil between his legs.

The furfrou's front paws rested on the edge of the bed.The door hung open behind her, having not been closed completely as he thought.

The canine pokemon's mouth hung open, tongue lolled out and heavy, hot bursts of breath escaping her while she panted. He was surprised he didn't hear her come in, especially with the insistent whimpers escaping her.

“S-Sybil, what the helllll!"

His words were drawn out when she licked again, harder and more eagerly this time. Her tongue coiled around his manhood, so much larger and wetter than Audrey's had been, shamelessly tasting him, no matter how he might have been opposed to it. The canine's response to his outburst was to simply shoot him an exasperated look, one full of dire need and frustration.

Despite all of this, the shock and embarrassment at being licked by his own pokemon, Jenson felt his manhood twitch in his hand. He wanted to get up, to shoo her out and maintain some small bit of his dignity, but she was having none of it. To make matters worse, while his mind was against the idea, his body certainly wasn't.

His hand tightened around his erection before slowly releasing it, Jenson almost fearful of what she would do next. The swipe of her tongue from bottom to tip left him reeling, the appreciative growl she released accompanied by her rewarding him with a small peck to the tip of his manhood.

Jenson thought of her darkened spade, how eager she had been for him to catch a glimpse under her tail. Her erratic attitude, how she was always sticking to his side. It brought warmth to his face that it had taken him this long to realize the obvious.

She was in heat.

It explained her severe agitation, her short temper she had shown him. It explained why she had been locked in the basement when he had gotten home. It also explained why she was so thoroughly lathering his manhood up with her tongue.

His shoulders tensed but he forced himself to remain still to let her do her work. To her credit, even though he was certain this was her first time tasting a human, she was doing an amazing job at it. Her tongue was silken soft, caressing every sensitive spot that he possessed and making shivers shoot down his spine.

At that moment, he could visualize Audrey between his legs.

Quickly enough, he realized just how wrong he was in this regard. The human woman had never been this energetic, this damn needy.

“Sybil…" He whispered, drawing her attention away from him, reluctant as she seemed to have to stop. “I...we shouldn't…" he tried to fight against his own budding desires,to ignore the cold sensation that made him desperate for the return of that warm mouth.

Sybil watched him, ears folded down until they were flat against her head. She whimpered, looking down with her eyes directed up at him, doing everything in her power to persuade him otherwise. As much as Jenson hated to admit it, it was certainly working. Her tail had begun to wag slowly despite the sad look she was giving him. It told him that even though he was trying to vocalize against this, they both knew how this was going to end up.

With a loud, heavy sigh, Jenson leaned back against his headboard, spreading his legs a little wider. It was all the invitation she would need, and he stiffened as soon as her tongue returned to work.

There were times in college that he had heard rumors of pokemon and humans enjoying each other's company in such a carnal way. It was usually over a few drinks with friends, attempts to insult and insinuate uncouth relationships. They were usually accompanied by laughs and jeering jokes, never taken too seriously.

Now, with Sybil's tongue lapping from the base to the tip of his manhood, all those conversations were held in a completely different light.

“Fuck…" He whispered under his breath.

One of his hands slowly rose, cautiously approaching her head. It made her pause in midlick, watching him wearily until his hand came down behind her ears, scratching and rubbing in a welcoming embrace. It gave her all the permission she needed, not that she had been expecting him to say no at this point.

Whenever Audrey had done this for him, the woman had seemed hesitant, holding herself back from getting too into it. She always left him begging her for more, for just a little more tongue or to take more in her mouth. Sybil was completely different. The prim and proper contest pokemon looked anything but while she worked him over.

In between teasing licks to his tip, she focused on the base of his cock, allowing her tongue to wrap around the thickest part of his manhood. It almost went so far as to draw him in to her muzzle, the sultry expression on the canine's face telling him that she was more than willing to do it if he'd allow her. In answer, he drew her closer with the hand on the back of her head, all willpower he had to resist her fading away.

“You...really like that, don't you…" He asked, his voice unsteady, soft enough that she almost couldn't hear him. In the isolation of the basement, with no one around that could possibly catch him, he still found himself unable to release the tension in his shoulders. “Your tongue feels...do you want to try…taking it in your mouth?"

The canine drew her tongue back into her mouth with a wet smack, savoring the flavor that covered it. Her eyes fluttered at him suggestively, her tail slowly wagging behind her while she considered his question. It left him waiting in tense hopefulness, shifting under her paws and growing more impatient with every passing second.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, she gave him her answer. Her long tongue lolled out once more, shiny with copious amounts of drool, each heavy exhale making him shiver from her hot, billowing breath. Her eyes met his for a fraction of a second, her muzzle hanging open, on the precipice of pleasure. Sybil's tail was wagging faster now, and Jenson couldn't help himself.

“Please...Sybil…"

This seemed to be exactly what she was waiting for. She gave a soft grunt of approval and leaned further down, her muzzle beginning to close around him ever so slowly. It was tortuous for him to endure the wait, but it was all worth it as soon as half his manhood was engulfed in her long snout.

The groan that left his mouth filled the room, his first genuine pleasure in the past three weeks. He hadn't realized how much he had missed it, the feel of a warm mouth, even if it was from a canine. It felt so different from Audrey's, hot drool slickening him up, leaking down his balls and matting down his pubes.

As soon as she had him, she started to once again lap at him, the wet slurp of her mouth accompanying the gentle moans of her human partner. His hands found their way back to her head and a growl was her response, although she made no attempt to dissuade him.

That was all Jenson needed. He began to push down on her ever so gently, silently urging her to take more in hopes he could get deeper. Audrey had her reservations about this kind of thing and never dared to take him down her throat. With Sybil's long muzzle, there didn't seem to be much of a worry about that.

The only thing that worried him were the occasional brushes against her teeth, reminders that the canine had never done this sort of thing before. That wasn't to say she wasn't trying her best. After he had asked her, he had watched her contemplate the difficulty and she obviously thought it was doable.

It was sloppy, uncouth of her. Every movement she made was punctuated with another splatter of drool landing in his lap. Jenson didn't want it any other way. He was not so high and mighty as to turn down a blowjob of any kind, he was certain most men wouldn't, especially not when it came from such an eager partner.

Although she couldn't create a perfect seal around his manhood with her muzzle, he was savoring her attentive tongue. It was heavenly, dancing over him, almost worshiping in its graceful, dexterous actions.

“D-Damn, Sybil...fuck…" he exhaled heavily, “I wish...Audrey had been as eager as you were…"

Her wet slurps grew longer, more determined as she went on. Her nose was nearly bumping against his crotch now, twitching with each inhale. Jenson could sense her growing excitement, the way she was growing even needier with every pass. He no longer needed to keep his hand on the back of her head if her diligence was anything to go off of.

Every drop of pre she would catch on her tongue, murring appreciatively at the salty taste of it, his pure masculinity washing over her taste buds. Her paws had begun to press more heavily on the top of the bed, shifting her weight and giving her a better opportunity to reach him.

As good as this was, he realized rather quickly that it wouldn't be enough. She was devoted and eager but she lacked the experience to push him completely over the edge, although it wasn't for a lack of trying on her part. Rather, with how needy she was becoming, pressing herself against him and whining, he knew he couldn't keep her waiting much longer.

The entire time she did this for him, he wondered just how far he was willing to go. While she seemed to have no qualms with continuing, it struck him just how much her heat must be bothering her. His fingers found the spot behind her ear she liked and he began to delicately scratch it, eliciting a whimpering warble around the cock in her mouth.

“Hey, Sybil…" his voice faltered, almost threatening to crack before he managed to find steady ground, “do you...we can…take care of that heat…"

The way her eyes lit up told him how grateful she was to hear this. She pulled off his cock with a wet slurp, whining loudly and giving the tip one more appreciative lick. Her excited, eager whimpers and those needy, fluttering eyes drew him in. There was no going back at this point, especially when she dropped to all fours, turned away from him, and lifted her rear end.

To see that darkened spade once more gave him shivers. It was one thing to catch a glimpse of it by accident, another to know she was wanting him to see it. Sybil was watching him over one shoulder, looking at him expectantly and slowly swishing her rear from side to side. Everything in her body language screamed come hither, to give her what her body and mother nature told her she needed.

Jenson swallowed, fighting back his own aversion, everything that told him just how wrong this was. If Audrey found out he had done this he had no doubt she would never forgive him.

At that moment, he found himself not caring what she would think.

“You look so excited…" He whispered breathlessly, his manhood throbbing with desperate need now that it was exposed to the cool air of the basement. The warmth of her saliva kept him hard, but even that had begun to grow cold. “I guess...I can't blame you...I'm really excited too…"

She jumped as soon as his hands landed on her furry haunches, her body relaxing as soon as she felt the brush of his thumbs running down her furry ass cheeks. The canine's heavy panting was ever present, her husky growls increasing in volume the closer he got to her.

He could practically feel the heat coming off of her sex, the tip of his manhood mere inches from her most private place. His eyes were locked on it, his heart pounding so fast he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. Was he really going to go through with this? He didn't know how he would feel after this, if he would be able to look at her again as anything other than a sexual partner.

His fingers dug into her soft skin, the canine's tail almost smacking his cheek in its excited movements. She was growling again, demanding he make up his mind and stop making her wait. Every second that past made it all the worse for her, and finally she decided to take matters into her own paws.

Jenson hissed as soon as she pushed back, completing that small distance between the two with an authoritative bark. His tip brushed against her spade, grinding against the hot, wet flesh and glancing off to glide along the fur lining her sex. It drew the loudest gasp out of him yet, that plush, luscious entrance trying to draw him in even from that brief touch.

“O-Oh Arceus…" He whispered, that temptation building to the point he could no longer resist. To hell with right and wrong, humans who mocked the concept and laughed at it back in college. They never had to deal with the frustrations of a hory canine. “Hold still...just...j-just hold still…"

His words had no effect on her. She continued to wiggle, past the point of being calm. She kept rocking back against him, trying to repeat the initial touch, desperation fueling her entire body. Sybil whined for him, cooed and groaned every time she ground against him. To see the pompous canine reduced to this mewling, whining mess, he could only imagine how terrible a female's heat had to be if this was the outcome.

His thumbs slowly drifted down, fingers gliding against her soft fur and the supple skin underneath. Sybil sensed his intent and allowed herself to fall stille, immediately leading him to rewarded her by pressing his thumbs against her dark sex. Ever so delicately, he began to spread her folds, parting her wet entrance and giving him a glance at the tender, pink walls that tempted him so.

At that moment, the last thing on his mind was Audrey.

“Okay...let's…let's do this."

He was thankful for her sudden stillness, her aid in steadying herself allowing him to push his hips forward. His tip gingerly brushed against her spade of his own volition, the heat pouring off of her absolutely indescribable. It almost repelled him in its intensity, where once he had been wishing for warmth he now thought to favor the cold room.

Her embrace was calling to him, her upturned tail starting to beat against him rhythmically. There was nothing else to say, nothing left to dissuade Jenson, and he pushed forward.

Immediately, her soft skin enveloped him, that heat that had tempted him leaving him feeling as if he were trapped in a molten prison. He gasped audibly, his hands twitching on her rear and his thumbs slipping off of her wet spade. It seemed to close around him, swallowing the tip of his manhood while her soft whines of approval rang in his ears.

He was awash in new feelings at that moment. Audrey was nothing compared to this, the heat, the tightness, the way she seemed intent on pulling him further in. She was balanced on her front paws, trying to push herself back against him, although his grip on her ass was the only thing that stopped her. If she had her way, he was certain he would have already been balls deep in the lecherous canine.

That temptation was almost too much to resist, but he didn't want this to go fast. He wanted to savor it, and that was exactly what he did as he slowly began to slide deeper. There was seemingly no resistance, her saliva and her body's own natural juices guiding him ever inwards. Her body welcomed him, the furfrou's heart-shaped tail finally finding a resting place against his shoulder.

“Fuck...oh fuck, Sybil…" He groaned through clenched teeth.

Every single second that passed was filled with pure euphoria. Every time Jenson dared to take a break of more than a few seconds, Sybil was there to remind him that he had a task to do. The horny canine had started to push back against him more urgently, what he had managed to fit in her was not nearly enough to satisfy the demands of her heat.

With half his manhood in her, he disappointed her when he came to a complete stop.

Leaning further over her back, he was just able to reach one of his ears, the long, floppy appendage perking up when he whispered into it.

“I'm...I'm going to let go of you." He could feel the muscles in her legs tensing up greatly when he told her this, and at the look of excitement on her face he was almost nervous to follow through. “Take your time..."

As soon as he released her, she went into action. The slow descent on to his manhood was nothing compared to the swift, jarring thrust backwards that she gave. It left her yelping as another few inches sank in, leaving Jenson to grab at her ass again. She didn't let him take control, not now, now that she had the opportunity.

His eyes rolled upwards, the encompassing heat and tightness enveloping the entirety of his manhood when his balls smacked against her pubic mound. With her head hanging low, he heard her whining in pure satisfaction, reveling in the debaucherous nature of their coupling.

“Sybil...you naughty bitch…" He couldn't help himself from teasing her now that the usually uptight canine was in no place to refute him. “I-I...told you to, mmmph...take your time."

The doggy grin she shot back at him was enough to make his face redden. She knew just what she wanted, he couldn't fault her for that. His hand ran lower down her flank, the rapid rise and fall of her sides punctuating her quickened breaths.

After the blowjob, he didn't know how long he would last in her. Combined with the crushing tightness and rapturous heat, he could only hope that he was able to make a mark on her intense lust.

“Alright...get ready." This warning was all he gave her, and she whimpered to tell him she understood.

Pulling out of her was much more difficult than he had initially thought it would be. Her grip was like a vice, trying desperately to suck him back in, to fill the void in the pit of her stomach. He almost felt bad after hearing the plaintive whine she issued, but he silenced her with a delicate pat against her flank.

As soon as just the tip was trapped in her, he drove his hips forward, aided by a sudden jerk backwards from her. With the aid of his partner his balls audibly smacked against her sex, the two moaning in delight from the swift penetration. After experiencing that, Jenson couldn't resist and he quickly began to pull back out of her.

He was hindered by her increasingly jarring movements, the furfrou's natural inclination to control her situation surfacing at the most inopportune time. It forced him to be more controlling, to grasp her hind legs despite the sound of her agitated barks and to hold her steady while he thrust in to her.

She growled at him, voiced her complaints amid eager whines that told him she was too stubborn to give in. It wouldn't stop him, nothing could stop him now that he was in motion. The way she twitched and flexed her hind legs, the way she pushed her front half closer to the ground and raised her rear higher. The invitation was unmistakable, silently calling out to him to give her what she needed.

He could feel her walls squeezing him even tighter, that crushing warmth getting to be almost unbearable now. It milked him, drove him on to the point where he was losing more and more control with every wet smack against her furry ass.

Jensons' breathing was growing ragged the more they progressed, his thrusts growing shorter, his desperation to stay buried in her overheated sex all he could think of. Sybil had ceased her struggles, devolving into whimpering, feral begging that rang like sweet music in his ears.

The building pleasure in him all came to a head at once. It was when Sybil suddenly yelped and then released a sweet, warbling cry. A gush of liquids sprayed his groin, coating him in her scent and leaving him marked as her partner. With it came a sudden flare-up in her body temperature, almost enough that he thought it was a fire type beneath him.

Knowing she had cum came with a wave of pride, something he always sought when he was with his ex. To know he had made his partner cum, that was all it took for him to give in to his own climax.

A few more jarring thrusts were her reward for the almost painful squeeze, his hips twitching and rocking against her, jammed up tight against her groin. His eyes rolled heavenwards, his mouth opening in a silent gasp of exaltation. He gave one more rough, awkward thrust, and then his control evaporated.

Sybil's tail began to wag as soon as the first burst of seed filled her. A human partner felt no different than a canine, for her, the satisfaction of being bred all she had sought. To have him painting her walls gave her the most sublime feeling of nirvana.

For Jenson, the stress that had plagued him seemed nonexistent at that moment, his mind awash in the afterglow of divine satisfaction. He had to stop himself from falling over her, focusing on keeping his weight off as soft, gasping laughter escaped him.

“S-Sybil...fuck..that was...oh fuck…" He found heat rushing to his face when she looked back at him, those sultry eyes and the way her tongue hung so low telling him how much she enjoyed it. “You were...amazing."

She leaned back with her muzzle, brushing it affectionately against his chest as if to say likewise. Her spade massaged him, drawing as much of his seed out as the greedy canine could before his climax came to an end. It was disappointing to feel himself start to soften, to begin slipping out of that heavenly embrace.

For Sybil, she certainly wasn't a fan either.

She growled at him when he disengaged from her, falling back to sit on the edge of the bed. It allowed him the opportunity to gawk at her puffy sex, the sight of his own seed spilling from her well-used entrance enough to elicit a twitch in his shaft.

She was watching him, not moving from her position with her ass raised high and her front tucked to the carpeted floor. She wiggled her rear at him again tauntingly in her attempts to draw him back in. It took everything in his power not to pounce on her again, especially when his erection began to return in full force.

He had always been gifted with quick recovery time, especially after so long without proper sex. Having this tantalizing sight before him wasn't helping matters in the least.

The sound of high pitched ringing caused his heart to jump in his chest, the thought that someone had caught them in the act making Sybil's ears flatten as well.

Looking for the source made him realize his phone was ringing, the caller ID listing it as Audrey. He nearly reached for the phone when he remembered he had asked her to call him back, but he stilled in his motions when he caught sight of Sybil.

Sybil, still presented to him, eyes fluttering seductively in his direction, her body language screaming come hither. She was panting again, husky and lecherous in her stance. Slowly, her tongue ran along her white fangs, hinting at all the things she would let him do to her, the fun they could have. With that rear swaying even faster, there was nothing he could imagine that would ever tempt him more.

To Jenson, there was no other option.

He let the phone ring, the insistent sound fading away, replaced by the eager barks of Sybil as soon as he took up position behind her once again.